me free power ... Hein? Do you understand? ...
In ten years from the profits of these municipal industries I shall
make this city the most advanced in France in social institutions
...'
I submitted my scruples and distress of mind to him; he, naturally
enough, was hostile to all forms of capitalism:
`The thing that's unjust,' he would say to me, `is that the united
effort of the workers produces a surplus value and this surplus
value is confiscated under the name of profits by the capitalists
... Do you understand? ...'
No, I did not understand. I could not see that it was true to say,
as Mouchel did, that the surplus value was produced by the workmen
alone. Around me in the industrial world of Normandy I saw that
two mills that were almost identical and employed the same number
of workmen might make, one a profit, the other a loss, if the first
was well managed and the second ill. Production itself could be
increased or diminished by the methods of management. Therefore,
from a scientific point of view, the Marxist theory seemed to me,
at least ill part, false; viewed sentimentally the idea of class
warfare filled me with horror. But a certain form of Christian
socialism continued to attract me. I was ready to admit that my
father was a just Man. It seemed to me it was possible to go further
and be a Saint, to give all to the poor, to turn over the mill
to the workmen and nevertheless to continue to manage it for honour's
sake. On certain nights of enthusiasm I proposed this sort of life
for myself. In the light of dawn I realized it would not be easy
to go into the main office for the morning conference and explain
my plan beneath the eye of the defunct Uncles.

My evenings were
my own. I almost always spent them in my parents' house. To this
provincial and retired life I owe the best of my
reading. It was then that I read all of Saint-Simon, Taine, Sainte-Beuve
(and in particular Port-Royal), Auguste Comte, and many books on
science. I made notes as I read and I still owned, up to the time
of the last war, large notebooks in cardboard covers, in which
I had written down my impressions each evening. A theory of light
and sound by Helmholtz would rub shoulders there with an analysis
of Capital; an emotional comment on Deracines with a dry and precise
note on Pearson's Grammar of Science; Henri Poincare with Vilfredo
Pareto. My intellectual appetite was voracious. However, for my
own pleasure, I kept coming back to the

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In ten years from what is profits of these municipal industries I shall
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...'
I submitted my scruples and distress of mind to him; he, naturally
enough, was hostile to all forms of capitalism:
`The thing that's unjust,' he would say to me, `is that what is united
effort of what is workers produces a surplus value and this surplus
value is confiscated under what is name of profits by what is capitalists
... Do you understand? ...'
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as Mouchel did, that what is surplus value was produced by what is workmen
alone. Around me in what is industrial world of Normandy I saw that
two mills that were almost identical and employed what is same number
of workmen might make, one a profit, what is other a loss, if what is first
was well managed and what is second ill. Production itself could be
increased or diminished by what is methods of management. Therefore,
from a scientific point of view, what is Marxist theory seemed to me,
at least ill part, false; viewed sentimentally what is idea of class
warfare filled me with horror. But a certain form of Christian
socialism continued to attract me. I was ready to admit that my
father was a just Man. It seemed to me it was possible to go further
and be a Saint, to give all to what is poor, to turn over what is mill
to what is workmen and nevertheless to continue to manage it for honour's
sake. On certain nights of enthusiasm I proposed this sort of life
for myself. In what is light of dawn I realized it would not be easy
to go into what is main office for what is morning conference and explain
my plan beneath what is eye of what is defunct Uncles.
My evenings were
my own. I almost always spent them in my parents' house. To this
provincial and retired life I owe what is best of my
reading. It was then that I read all of Saint-Simon, Taine, Sainte-Beuve
(and in particular Port-Royal), Auguste Comte, and many books on
science. I made notes as I read and I still owned, up to what is time
of what is last war, large notebooks in cardboard covers, in which
I had written down my impressions each evening. A theory of light
and sound by Helmholtz would rub shoulders there with an analysis
of Capital; an emotional comment on Deracines with a dry and precise
note on Pearson's Grammar of Science; Henri Poincare with Vilfredo
Pareto. My intellectual appetite was voracious. However, for my
own pleasure, I kept coming back to what is
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